Rushing blood of all things

Had Artok known another was missing he would have helped find her. Immediately blaming it on the fire furred one, perhaps she had chased another out as she had with him. He was as close to staying conscious as he could be, though truthfully it was an uphill battle. Thanks to the fever that rampaged through his veins, and burned him up from the inside out.

He struggled to see who was near him, but he couldn't move. His limbs felt as if they were churning through sand and he could go no where. Golden eyes met red and he snorted in response to her Oh. He imagined he probably looked pretty badly.

As much as he wanted to say no, he couldn't tell her no. His legs windmilling he struggled to get to his feet. Once, twice he got to his knees only to fall back down. The third time he was able to stand on his shaky limbs and look at her with a hang dog expression. He sighed and dipped his muzzle to her. His words slurring in his feverish stupor...'eeeelllo mess scarrlettttt.